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Dark's POV
I had trouble waking up the next morning, my head aching the moment I opened my eyes.  Did anything happen?  I don't really remember anything after I met Anti.  We shook hands and then...God, I really don't remember!  Whatever happened, I must've got knocked out; my head's killing me.

I stood up and walked over to my examining glass, the only thing I can see out of my 'room'.  Some of us were still out, roaming around–being watched by staff, of course–but I was one of the few who were back in their rooms.  I sighed, about to go lay down again, but someone knocked on my glass.

Virus.

He was smiling and waving at me, talking through the speaker. "Hey, Dark.  You okay?  You took a pretty hard hit back there."

"I guess so...What happened, anyway?"

"Blue got carried away and slammed a chair on the ground, which broke, and one of the legs turned out to hit you.  Right on the back of your head." He lightly hit his head, where his neck started.

I nodded a bit, rubbing mine. "Why are they letting you out and about?  Aren't you one of the 'craziest' here?"

Virus nodded. "Yeah, but I'm under really tight watch.  Do you want to come out here?  Anti was asking about you earlier."

"You already met him?"

He nodded, opening my door and stepping back a bit. "Blue did as well, and he's talking to Shayne right now."  Virus walked with me down the corridor my room was in, and we ended up in one of the main rooms.  As he said, Shayne and Anti were talking, but Anti seemed a little intimidated.  I guess I would be too if I didn't know him.  Shayne's, yet again, another counterpart.  Shane Dawson.  I'm actually a little tired of seeing alter egos, but I can't control that.  Virus was about to walk over with me, but two of his Tags held him back. "Your time's up."  I stopped for a moment, but Virus nodded, motioning towards the other two demons.  As he was taken back to his room, I walked over to Anti and Shayne, giving them space of course.

Anti's POV
Yeah, I was quiet most of the time.  I'm not really one to talk a lot at first, but I'll talk more when I'm comfortable.  Right now, I wasn't.  Virus told me that this guy is a little more crazy, but not as crazy as him.  So, being me, I only answered questions, not really comfortable around someone I didn't know, and only him.  Blue, Virus, or Dark weren't around for a while, but I saw Dark out of the corner of my eye.  That's relieving.  I relaxed a little more, but not much.

"So, Anti, what's wrong with you?"

"Wh-What?"

"I mean, why are you here?  There has to be a reason, or else you wouldn't be here."

"Oh, um, I've been to a few facilities, and none of them were able to handle me.  So, I got sent—"

"Oh!  You're the one who caused the fight earlier, right?  And you're the one that killed like half of the guards at your last place all on your own, right?"

"...Y-Yeah.." I lowered my voice, since his tone became agitated.  Was he mad at me?  I backed up when he took a step closer to me, staring me down, but he suddenly stood up straight, quickly shaking my hand. "Fucking idol!  Good to finally meet you!  Almost everyone's heard about you, even before you came here.  Glad to be in the same asylum as you!" He let out a short laugh, letting go of my hand.

I felt my face heat up a little, nervously smiling back at him and nodding.  Am I really...known here?  And I thought I was told that I'm nothing compared to everyone else here.  Maybe I'm not after all.  Shayne walked away after a while, and I slumped over a little, letting out a sigh of relief.  A hand on my shoulder made me tense again.

"Hey, relax, it's just me."

That smooth, deep voice that I recognized made me relax again.  Dark lowered his hand off of my shoulder while I turned around to face him.  I smiled a bit at him. "Hi, Dark!  Oh!  Are you okay?  You got hit during—"

"Yeah, I know; Virus already told me.  And don't worry about me, it's just a headache."

I nodded, glad that he was alright.  I don't know what I'd do if he was hurt too much.  He's one of the few here who actually care about me.

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